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An EPIGRAM.
Dost mean an affront?—cries humorous WillTo Hodge, who was driving his calves up to town;
Indeed, sir, says Hodge, if ought I've done ill,
Pray pardon my error, but fault I see none:
See none, replies Will, in a seeming great heat;
Yet thus drive before you, the council and state.
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